Stiles Stilinski-Gilbert

Chapter 58

"Why are we taking the evil backstabbing, manipulative..." Stiles starts up, feeling annoyed.

"She's still your sister." Damon reminds.

"And I repeat, she's already made it perfectly clear..." Stiles retorts.

"That she's not your sister. I know, I know. But you were still both adopted by the same family making you..." Damon trails off as he gestures towards Stiles.

"Siblings." Stiles grumbles.

"Exactly, besides you can't choose your family. Heaven knows that I've tried." Damon huffs.

"Want to swap siblings? I bet I could get Stefan under my thumb in a matter of weeks." Stiles chuckles.

"No thank you, besides I doubt you'd be willing to give up Jeremy." Damon points out.

"True, how about we throw our other siblings away and just share Jeremy?" Stiles suggests.

"Oh no thank you. I may like little Gilbert in short bursts, but I think I'd kill him if I had to stay in a room with him for longer than five minutes." Damon admits.

"He's not that bad...speaking of murdering siblings though. Can you please answer the question of why we're bringing Elena with us?" Stiles asks.

"Because Jeremy is her brother too and after she heard me mention that Klaus knows where Jeremy and Jenna are, she turned into a woman on a mission." Damon explains.

"Eavesdropping bitch." Stiles groans as he watches Damon finish his packing.

Stiles and Elena's luggage is already in the car. Stiles is just waiting for Damon to finish up, so that they can leave...preferably before Elena is finished talking with Alaric. Who's currently locked up in the basement on account of his alter-ego having hidden the remaining white oak stake.

"Come on, I'm done here. Let's head down." Damon says as he walks past Stiles making sure to nudge him on the way out.

Stiles shuffles back a bit before straightening up and rushing out of the room whilst attempting to kick Damon in the ass.

"Stiles stop it were going down the stairs. If you fall and hurt yourself, I will not be the one to explain why to your lover boys." Damon warns.

"My lover boys? What, are we in Grease? Are you suddenly going to start dancing and singing about Sandra-Lee?" Stiles chuckles.

"Shut it." Damon says with fake warning in his tone.

As they make it down the stairs, they find Stefan looking into the fireplace with a glass of bourbon in his hand.

"Heard from Klaus?" Damon inquires.

"Not yet. I'm sure I will soon though. He's expecting me to deliver two stakes, I only have one." Stefan sighs whilst holding the stake that they could find.

"Well, that's gonna be disappointing for him." Damon says.

"I'll get it out of Alaric. I just need time." Stefan states.

"Time is not something that you have." Stiles points out.

"Stiles is right. Besides I'm loving the confidence, Stefan. I don't share it, but I like it." Damon mocks.

"You don't think I can do what it takes?" Stefan questions.

"Well, you're good Stefan again. you're in control. Sorry, you might get the girl, but you lose the edge. Speaking of..." Damon turns to Elena who walks into the room from the basement door. "Have you ever flown first class?"

"Who did you have to compel for that?" Elena inquires.

"Pft, please. I use miles." Damon huffs before turning around, grabbing Stiles by the wrist and dragging him out of the house.